A second chance

A second chance

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

if they were to

strap me down

upon the concrete bed

aside the

polished steel 

of the

Dairy Queen


modified just for me

with the carnival calliope

and that special



the "new car smell"


with such care







would i bear it well?


would i fight back

when they threw the switch

and the warm






i’ve heard

it said

they sometimes

fill these machines with




this tastes 




oh sure

i might struggle

even as 

my abdomen


my fibres 


the tar 

seeps out from me






i might 





a second 



i might

but then 


I haven’t 


so why start now?

© 2013 SkinlessFrank

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:) this is beautiful.
the honest pondering of hyperbolic images that cast a skewed reflection of the damage we strange little creatures so often inflict upon ourselves.

it's mildly insulting in the most delightful way. questioning the durability of the self under fire, questioning the daily activities of a race of creatures who want to think less and consume more all the time, questioning one's own will to continue existisng, alongside the will of an entire species, questioning if/if not the term "victim" applies when the one being poisoned is lapping the toxic agents like a cat at warm milk.......questioning is good

although I'm alost positive that the real answers to these questions would frighten us all to the point of shaking.

good poem.


Posted 6 Years Ago

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I only remember the words Dairy Queen. I would kill for one of their Belt Buster hamburgers. But then again, I may have to undergo a second double bypass surgery. That, and that alone, prevents me from camping outside its doorsteps.
I've often wondered what I would do if given a second chance in life. Would I repeat the same mistakes I made in the past. If I knew then what I know now, would I make the same choices.
What if I had kissed that girl on New Years Eve instead of letting that moment pass?
Strap me down brother, the Dairy Queen calls my name.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Top of the food chain, bottom of the give a s**t league about anything other than our own selfish needs; and anyone with half a conscience knows we are way past the chance of a second chance.


Posted 2 Years Ago

-- hahahaha... the closing is spectacular... i love the tone... -- for me, poetry is about capturing an epiphany... no matter how small or insignificant it might seem... and since i majored in history (and not literature :p), i have this addiction to recording micro events... -- i say so because you could write the history of the human thought process (or the lack of it :p) in your sleep...

-- i have spent years studying the human mind (informally) but i didn't realize that the expression "second chance" could be open to interpretation... -- and i didn't think about why one craves a second chance if one does... or if one should or shouldn't...

-- and now i'm thinking that in my case, i wouldn't like a second shot at my old life... -- i wouldn't like to "reclaim it"... i'd like a new one... a blank canvas... which i can fill with a brand new box of crayons... i have been so burdened by the idea of "reclaiming" that i didn't think beyond what i had... -- i can see now that i don't even want it... -- but of course... for another reader... this could well be about risking everything and "reclaiming"... it could well be about going for the second chance...

-- thank you for sharing your epiphanies with your readers so generously... and thank you especially for reminding me that pristine black humour is about laughing at oneself... as a means to achieving a kinda metaphysical elevation of the spirit... -- in short, i'm really happy after reading this post... i could float on clouds... it's a liberated and liberating piece of writing... :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

you keep getting better. turning magic around and around.

Posted 2 Years Ago

and the beat goes on. Fantasy portraying reality, portraying illusionary insanity. Why start now? it's an inevitable part of the eternal cycle. But then again, I'm partial to soft serve.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Knowing what I know now, would I risk a second chance? Probably, but then again, maybe not :) Loved this, Frank!

Posted 3 Years Ago

Full of wit, I must say. I like the short stanzas, the egotistical descriptive words. This is a poem that had some clarity with an astounding closing line.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Slow clap sir, slow clap. This is a great piece, and I love the end. The irony there, and the self-revelation which is never acted on, mmm... its something I strive to put in my own writing. So of course seeing it here, in a poem of all things, delights me. Bravo sir!

Posted 4 Years Ago

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i wonder if it would feel like this – stripped bare of any defenses -- a state of utter vulnerability -- to try for a second chance … for that “new car smell.” as always, you have a mind for amazing metaphors that would certainly make me pause – what are the odds …

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on November 5, 2011
Last Updated on February 26, 2013



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